Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Japan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Inner City to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Quantec,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
ABC,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
The Cramps,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.